by Zoey Parker
When I realized he was staring at me, I blushed. I was used to male attention — it would have been hard to make good tips if I didn’t look the way I did — but something about this guy was different, more intense. When I was around him, I had that same kind of breathless, stomach-clenching feeling I’d had around Kyle. No more thinking about Kyle, I thought firmly. None.
“Here you go,” I said as I poured some of the scotch out over a few cubes of ice. “Would you like to start a tab?”
The man grinned at me and again, my body was flooded with that same rush of confusing hormones. “What are you doing after work?”
“Nothing,” I said in a breathless voice before I could realize what I was doing. “I mean, I don’t have any plans.”
The man grinned at me. But this time, he was silent. He raised the glass of scotch to his lips and toasted me before drinking it down in one gulp.
“Will there be anything else?” Somehow, part of me was hoping he’d say yes. I didn’t normally find myself attracted to cocky men, especially not the kind of cocky men who hung out in Maison Bridges, but there was something about this guy that was really turning me on. Whenever I moved, I was more conscious than ever of my clothes rubbing against my body. I glanced down and saw the man’s hands were gigantic, and solid-looking. I shivered, imagining what they would feel like running down my body.
“Not yet,” the man said. He winked at me and drained the rest of the scotch.
Chapter 2
Zane
The statuesque blonde let out a sigh. My cock stiffened in my pants as I watched her bend over the bar. Just the way her ass stuck out was enough to make me rock hard. I wanted her, and I was going to get her. Because I was Zane Ricci, and Zane Ricci always got what he wanted.
“What’s your name, beautiful?”
The woman blushed. “Isabella,” she said after a long pause. “Isabella Bianchi.”
I grinned. “Beautiful name,” I said. “Especially the last one. You Italian?” I was surprised; she was blonde, after all. “Or your husband, he Italian?”
Isabella blushed again, a delicious red flush that covered her pale skin. “I’m not married,” she said. “It’s my family name. And yes, I’m Italian.”
“You’re in good company, then,” I said with a grin. “How about another one of those drinks?”
Isabella poured me a generous amount of the exquisite eighteen-year aged scotch. Normally, I saved scotch for the winter. But there was something about tonight that made me crave the smoky, peaty drink. I wanted to feel like there was a fire inside my body, and the scotch was just one way to do that. Not as fun as fucking this girl raw would feel, but it’ll do.
“So, what do you say about a little drive after work?” I winked at her. “I got a nice ride. It’s a Porsche.”
“I can’t,” Isabella demurred. “I have to get up early tomorrow.” She paused, like she wasn’t going to tell me why. “I have an appointment,” she said softly.
“That can wait,” I said. “I’m here now. I might not be here tomorrow.” I raised an eyebrow at her. “After all, you’ve never seen me before, have you?”
Isabella licked her lips. I shifted in my chair, feeling my cock throbbing in my pants. She was so delectable, so perfect. I wanted to pull her into my arms and run my hands over her tits until she was begging me to take her.
“You’re awfully full of yourself,” Isabella said casually. She flicked her stunning blue eyes over me. “How do you know I even want you?”
I leaned closer. “You’re standing pretty fuckin’ close, aren’t you?”
Isabella blushed again. She didn’t reply.
“What do you say?” I stared at her, letting my eyes trail down her body. “Come on, honey. You know you wanna come with me.”
“I don’t even know your name,” Isabella protested lightly.
“Zane,” I said instantly. I held out my hand. When Isabella placed her fingers in mine, I lifted her hand to my mouth and gently kissed her fingers. It smelled like dishwater and scotch but I could catch a hint of perfume from the inside of her wrist and it was enough to drive me wild. “Zane Ricci.”
“I’ve heard that name before,” Isabella said in the same light voice. “Your family is legendary around here.”
I nodded. “I live up to the reputation,” I said with a grin. “You wanna find out?”
“I really can’t,” Isabella argued. “I have to get up early tomorrow.”
“Baby,” I said, leaning back in my chair and fixing her with a lazy stare. “It’s not even ten yet. What could possibly go wrong?”
“I have to get back to work,” Isabella said hurriedly. She brushed past me. Electricity crackled and leapt between our bodies. “I have the whole rest of my shift. I just started working.”
“I’ll be here when you get off,” I called behind my shoulder.
Isabella didn’t give me an answer. I sipped at my drink, wanting her even more now that she’d gone away. I was going to get her, one way or the other. And once she got a taste of me, she’d never want another man.
I smirked. That was too bad for her. I had a habit of not fucking a woman more than a few times. I never wanted girls to get stale, and I went through them pretty fast. I liked my women fast and loose and gorgeous. Isabella was definitely gorgeous, but she seemed a little more cautious than the types of broads I was used to. All the same, I wanted her desperately. That sexy way she had of shifting her weight from one foot to the other and sticking out her ass…damn! It was enough to get me so hard in the restaurant that I thought I’d get blue balls before the night was out. Isabella was delicious, all right. And whatever element of her was afraid of going home with me, well, that just made her even hotter.
It had been a while since I’d felt challenged. Most women were all too ready to collapse in my arms and let me take them, fuck them, love them roughly for a night or two. But most women weren’t expecting a call in the morning either. There was something more delicate about Isabella. Forget that shit, I thought. You ain’t breaking the rules for any chick, no matter how hot she is. Isabella was smokin’, but she seemed closed off. I wanted to bring out her animal side, really make her work for it.
All night, Isabella bustled around the bar. Every time she stopped by, I’d grab her arm and talk to her for a few seconds. After a few minutes, I could tell she was starting to open up to me just a little bit. But then a while would go by before I’d see her again and she’d be the same tightly closed off person as before. Finally, around midnight, I grabbed her.
“Listen, my family has this tradition,” I started, making sure I could hook her in. “We take shots at midnight if we’re still up together. You wanna take a shot with me?”
Isabella blushed again. Her face was pink with the strain of bustling around in the busy restaurant. “Okay,” she said softly. “I mean, what could it hurt?”
“Exactly.” I smirked. “You like tequila?”
Isabella shook her head. “No. We’re Italians. We’ll do it the right way.” She raised her eyebrows at me and I felt another jolt of lust rock my body. “Grappa,” she announced, setting down the bottle of clear brandy on the bar in front of me. “Can you handle it?”
I snorted. “Can I handle it? Do you know who you’re talking to?” I gestured around myself. “I was King Grappa with my boys growing up,” I said with a smirk. “I can drink you under the table.”
Isabella chuckled to herself, a low, amusing sound. She poured us shots of the clear liquor and pushed mine towards me.
“Salud,” I said as we clinked glasses. “To your health, beautiful.”
Isabella threw her head back. She didn’t even wince at the strong taste of the brandy. I felt like I was knocked off my stool; it had been years since I’d had grappa. I’d forgotten the strong, alcoholic bite that was left in my mouth afterwards. But when Isabella grinned, I forgot all about that. The only thing I cared about was her, and getting her to bed as soon as I could.
; After midnight, the time passed quickly. I nursed a scotch. Finally, Isabella sidled up beside me. She was still wearing her heels but she was clutching a smaller pair of flats and her leather bag. Even though it was nice — designer — I could tell it was old and had been patched several times. Why does this dame have money problems?
She leaned forward against the bar and I saw something gold glinting around her neck. “What’s that?”
“It’s my locket,” Isabella said. She blushed again and tucked the necklace back inside of her shirt so I could no longer see it. “My mother gave it to me when I was young.” She looked like she wanted to say something else, but she closed her lips.
“So, you ready to get out of here?”
For a moment, I thought she was going to change her mind. But instead she nodded. “I am,” she said softly.
As I led the way to my car, I grinned. Yes. This little girl was all mine, mine all mine, even if just for tonight. She’d remember this night for the rest of her life. I was going to make her scream until she was hoarse. I looked at her delectable curvy thighs and thought about how they would feel on either side of my face. I wanted her to ride me until her clit was numb from coming so hard. I wanted to give Isabella the thrill of her life.
“This is me,” I said, pausing beside my black Porsche. “You like?”
Isabella looked over the gleaming car with interest. “It’s beautiful,” she said. She licked her lips and swallowed hard. The air between us was thick with lust. She was so beautiful. I had to have her. Closing the distance between our bodies, I crushed Isabella to me. Her lips against mine were like soft petals and she tasted sweet, hungry. She smelled like flowers and honey and she moaned into my mouth as I slipped my tongue between her lips, eager and hungry to taste as much of her as I could. As Isabella wrapped her arms around me and pulled me closer, I nudged one of my muscular thighs between her legs and rubbed it against her crotch. She groaned again and rubbed her body against mine. Her delicate fingers tangled in my hair and tugged. The lust racing through my body was so powerful that I wanted to bend her over the front of my car and take her right there and then.
Isabella broke away just as I felt I was about to explode in my pants. “Inside,” she said softly.
I unlocked the car and we crawled inside. I couldn’t keep my hands off of her; she was too delicious, too amazing. Under my touch, her skin was hot and soft and hungry for me. I could smell the arousal coming from between her legs and it was enough to drive me wild. I wanted to rip her pants off and bury my face in her pussy until she was screaming. I wanted to taste her juices. I wanted to feel them flowing down my face.
“Take me to your place,” Isabella said in a strained whisper. The sensation of her breath against my ear sent shivers down my spine. “I want you, Zane.”
Pulling the car into gear, I slammed my foot down on the gas and pointed the Porsche in the direction of my house.
Isabella leaned back in the seat with a secret, coy smile on her face. “I never do this,” she said softly. “I mean, I have a policy about not sleeping with guys I meet at work…” She trailed off and I felt a surge of confidence rush through me.
“Except me, huh? You couldn’t resist me?” I grinned at her. Isabella blushed again. I reached over and grabbed her knee, firmly kneading the flesh under the thick material of her pants. “I can’t fuckin’ wait to see you naked,” I said in a low voice. “See that incredible body all splayed out just for me.”
Isabella blushed even more deeply. I had a feeling she wasn’t used to smooth talking guys who hustled her into their sports cars and then dirty talked. But she was with me now, and that was what she was gonna get.
The drive to my house took an agonizingly long time. Even though I’d drunk a fair amount of scotch, I didn’t feel drunk. I felt wired, powerful. Like a god. The way Isabella kept her blue eyes trained on me made me think she’d be a fantastic lay. She had to be — that tight, curvy body, those eyes, that expressive husky voice. Damn! She was a fucking goddess, and she was mine. The whole night long, she’d belong to me.
Isabella moaned softly as my hand slipped farther up her leg and began massaging her thigh. Her flesh was hot, supple. I loved kneading it in my fingers. I couldn’t wait to touch her ass. Her perfect, round ass. I want her in my lap, I thought instantly, I want her grinding and humping my cock until she’s sore. I want her to touch herself while I fuck her from behind. I want to slip a finger in that perfect, tight asshole.
“We’re here,” I said with a grin as we pulled into my driveway. “Hope you enjoyed the first ride of the night.”
Chapter 3
Isabella
The whole ride back to Zane’s house, I felt drunk. I’d only had the one shot of grappa, but it wasn’t drunk from alcohol. It was drunk from lust. Zane was so sexy, so confident. Sure, he seemed like a cocky jackass but he had the sex appeal to back it up. And that car! I wasn’t even into cars, but seeing Zane’s Porsche made me even wetter. I couldn’t help but think of him ripping my pants off, propping me up on the hood, and eating me out until I came all over his face. I wanted to lick my juices off his lips. I wanted him to slide a finger in me until I was begging to take his cock. I’d never been this hot, not even for Kyle. Kyle had been charming, too, but he’d been deceptive. At least with Zane, I could tell he just wanted sex.
The dangerous thing was I was already wondering whether or not I’d want more. It had been months since I’d been with another man, and I had just gotten to the point where I felt okay about being single. But how was I supposed to stay happy about being single if I wanted someone as dangerous as Zane? Or someone as sexy, or powerful?
As we slid into Zane’s driveway, I looked around. I was impressed. Zane’s house was large and modern, done up in brick with a big front porch. It looked like the kind of house you could have a family in, not just a bachelor pad.
“Live alone?”
Zane nodded. “I like my privacy,” he said with a grin. “Except for right now, that is.”
He leaned over the gearshift and kissed me again, so hard I could feel his sharp teeth nipping at my lower lip. I shuddered with desire. I wanted him so fucking much, I couldn’t believe it.
“Let’s go in,” Zane said. He grinned at me and turned the key in the ignition. I followed Zane up the brick driveway to the front door. It was painted red, and suddenly the whole house didn’t seem family-oriented at all. It seemed lurid, like it would draw in a family of vampires. I shuddered as he opened the door and guided me inside.
The smells inside were masculine: leather and wood, with a touch of musk. The décor was beautiful, but stark: black leather couches, glass tables, dark grey paint on the walls. The plush black carpet felt amazing on my bare feet after I kicked my heels off.
“Can I get you a drink?” Zane looked at me with his eyebrows raised.
“No,” I said. My voice sounded shaky and I took a deep breath. “Actually, just some water.”
Zane kicked off his work boots and walked into the kitchen. I followed him. Everything was dark marble and chrome. I shivered again; it was a beautiful kitchen, but cold, inhuman. It somehow suited Zane perfectly. He kept his eyes trained on me as he pulled a glass down from a cabinet and filled it with ice water from the port in the fridge.
“Come here,” Zane said softly. It wasn’t a request; it was a command. My mouth went dry as I crossed the floor and went into his waiting arms. The kiss was softer, more passionate than it had been in the car. His mouth covered mine. He nipped and sucked on my lower lip until my crotch was thumping with arousal. Just as I was about to go in for more, he pulled away.
“You’re delicious,” I moaned softly. “I love kissing you.”
Zane grinned wolfishly. He handed me the glass of water. When I’d taken a sip, he pulled me close again before I could swallow. As he kissed me, I felt him drink some of the water from my mouth. My legs buckled underneath me — I was so hot that I didn’t think I could stand it. Before I realiz
ed what I was doing, I grabbed Zane’s hands and shoved them on my body. His fingers worked magic on my breasts, sliding down my sides and grabbing my ass. I shuddered and moaned under his firm touch, pressing myself against him as firmly as I could.
“Let’s get you upstairs, baby,” Zane whispered in my ear.
Shivers ran down my spine at the feel of his hot breath against my sensitive flesh. Whimpering, I pulled him closer and pressed my mouth against his. Zane groaned. I felt his strong hands gripping me and picking me up off the ground, carrying me as if I weighed nothing at all. I was barely aware of the sensation of going upstairs; I was barely aware of anything except for Zane’s warm body next to mine. I felt my heart pounding in my chest but after a few seconds, I realized it was his pulse I was feeling.
Zane kicked open a door and walked inside. He dropped me on a soft black bed. I could feel the silk sheet slipping and sliding under my skin and I shivered.
